In Jack Finney's story, the main character, Tom Benecke
has invested all his leisure time lately on a project he hopes will earn him a big
raise. But, after his yellow sheet with all the data in which he has invested this time
blows out of his high-rise apartment window, Tom, in an obsessive move, goes out on the
ledge to retrieve it. When his window closes, locking him out, he empties his pockets
and drops the coins, hoping someone will look up from the pavement far below. But no
one does.
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there was nothing left but the yellow sheet. It
occurred to him irrelevantly that his death on the sidewalk below would be an eternal
mystery; the window closed--why, how, and from where could he have fallen? No one would
be able to identify his body for a time...Contents of the ded man's
pockets, he thought, one sheet of paper bearing penciled
notations--incomprehensible.
Then,
Tom imagines how the police report would read. As he does so, he
ponders,
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Contents of the dead man's
pockets, he though with sudden, fierce anger, a wasted
life.
This phrase
that is the title is also the moment of truth for Tom
Benecke. For, he realizes that he has been so caught up in climbing the corporate
ladder that he has neglected his wife; tonight he even sent her on to the movies alone.
After this moment, Tom sets his priorities on having a happy marriage and
living--something much more important than the yellow
sheet.
This realization that there would be no explanation
for his death, a senseless death, is the lever for Tom's change of priorities. It is,
therefore, fitting that this phrase be the title of Jack Finney's short
story.
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